The road not taken
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
My Lord God,
I have no idea where I am going.
I do not see the road ahead of me.
I cannot know for certain where it will end.
God of the seasons:
There is a time for everything.
There is a time for dying and rising.
We need courage to enter into the transformation process.
Time will say nothing but I told you so,
Time only knows the price we have to pay;
If I could tell you I would let you know.
Our Aboriginal culture has taught us
to be still and to wait.
We do not try to hurry things up.
We let them follow their natural courses – like the seasons.
May you recognise in your life the presence,
power and light of your soul.
Why do I keep fighting you off?
One part of me wants you desperately,
another part of me unknowingly
pushes you back and runs away.